Given the "thinness of the veil" between the worlds of the living and the dead, it is a time that suggests divination (seeing into the future, dreaming, prophecy, and the occurrence of visions). In Mexico and parts of Latin America, "The Day of the Dead” honors those who have passed.
While we know that the Dzogchen Teachings are not a tradition, the preservation of these Teachings in human society requires a perfect container for their continuity into the next generation. Let’s all work together to create a harmonious community presence wherever we are--overflowing with a culture of generosity and mutual appreciation. Let us take care of each other with loving kindness in our big and lively family bursting with such talent and diversity so that we grow and prosper in this sorry kali yuga world of suffering and hardship. For we are mothers and fathers of the future generations of Dzogchen practitioners.
Needless to say, there are may ways to manifest according to our interests and circumstances. For some it will be financial contributions; for others collaboration and karma yoga; still others practice and study. Spread the joy! Whatever course you choose, know that you are appreciated for all that you do and more.
Samhain By Annie Finch
(The Celtic Halloween)
In the season leaves should love,
since it gives them leave to move
through the wind, towards the ground
they were watching while they hung,
legend says there is a seam
stitching darkness like a name.
Now when dying grasses veil
earth from the sky in one last pale
wave, as autumn dies to bring
winter back, and then the spring,
we who die ourselves can peel
back another kind of veil
that hangs among us like thick smoke.
Tonight at last I feel it shake.
I feel the nights stretching away
thousands long behind the days
till they reach the darkness where
all of me is ancestor.
I move my hand and feel a touch
move with me, and when I brush
my own mind across another,
I am with my mother's mother.
Sure as footsteps in my waiting
self, I find her, and she brings
arms that carry answers for me,
intimate, a waiting bounty.
"Carry me." She leaves this trail
through a shudder of the veil,
and leaves, like amber where she stays,
a gift for her perpetual gaze.
[Annie Finch, "Samhain" from Eve, published by Carnegie Mellon University Press. Copyright © 1997 by Annie Finch]. Reprinted from the Poetry Foundation.
On a more personal note, for those of you not on Facebook, check out the Reiss/Mella family Halloween pics from Hawaii.
[Ati,Laila holding Veda, Goma and big bad woolf Joey]
Then there is Goma’s awesome rendition of Krishna, which according to her mother, she herself thought of and then created. A true Indigo kid!